I picked up therevolver, looked at it, then threw it into the woods across the road. Then my feet landed in the stones and slimy weedstuffgrowing along thebottom, my heart kick-started, Ahswear if Ah'd had a gun Ah'd shot de son of a bitch dead. Had it really come from the year 19007The idea seemed perfectly crazy and perfectly sane at the same time.
Be back in a jiff, girls. You knew, I said, rubbing my thumb over the raisedletters of her name. ]I turned the roller until the IBM spat this page out, stuck it on top ofthe manuscript, and jotted a final note to myself: Call Ted Rosencriefabout Raiford. One of them put a heavy hand on Joe's jaw.
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